Tales from the Hood (1995) - full transcript

Four short, moralistic horror vignettes (a la EC Comics) that deal with mostly black characters. The framing story introduces three youths out to pick up a drug shipment at a funeral parlor from the strange director, Mr. Simms. As the three punks wind their way through the parlor, Mr. Simms tells them the last stories of some of his more interesting clients.

♪ Fresh on the scene
only 14

♪ Surrounded by guns,
searchin' for the dream

♪ Fool, what you mean?
You sure know my green

♪ I'm about to get hot
so, nigga, come clean

♪ I'm a young cabby seller...

Pete. This is it, loco.

Hey, man, fuck this, man.
I ain't with this shit.

- Y'all can have this.
- What?

I just ain't into this
dead people shit, all right?

Shit, man.
That place does look evil as hell.

Look, man, both of y'all
need to shut the fuck up, all right?

We doin' this shit
cos this here's business, man.

Besides, dead people ain't who
you all need to be worried about anyway.

Li'l Moe who the fuck
y'all need to be worried about.

Now the sooner we get the shit,

the sooner we raise up out
this motherfucker, man.

Pass the bud,
you little bitch.

Let's roll, man.

Hey, man, uh, maybe I need...
I need to stay out here, all right?

Watch y'all back and shit,
in case somethin' funny go down.

Wait a minute, man.
You got your gat, man?

Yeah, I got my shit.

Well, if a dead motherfucker
come fuckin' with you,

you kill his arse,
you understand me?

Yo, hold up. Hold-hold-hold...
Hold up, Bulldog.

How I'm supposed to kill somethin'
that's already dead, man?

- What?
- Yeah.

How I'm supposed to kill somethin'
that's already dead?

That's like killin'
some shit twice, man.

Yeah, like some
refried beans and some shit.

Man, I never
understood that, man.

Why the fuck you gonna
refry some beans, man?

Why not just fry that shit right
the first time and get out?

Look, will both of y'all
shut the fuck up, all right?

Let's just take care of this business
and move on, man.


Fuck this dead people shit!

There ain't shit up in here
to be scared of.

You understand me?

- Damn!
- What the fuck is goin'...

I've been waiting
for you boys.

I have some iodine
in the lab.

Hey, man, I don't need nothin'
from no house of dead folks, OK?

- Besides, I ain't no baby.
- Of course you're not.

Sho' looked like one
when that door swung open.

Nigga, what's up, man?

Come on, come on.
Partner, we got no time for this.

Let's just take care of this business
and move on, man.

- Now where's the shit?
- The shit?

The shit.
The shit that you found.


The drugs.

I found a whole stack of them
in the alley.

So where they at?

- You got the money?
- Yeah, we got the money, old man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You get it when we get the shit.

The shit.

The shit. The drugs.

You get the drugs,
then I get the money. OK.

Hell, this is all new to me.
I'm not a drug dealer.

I'm a mortician.

The only drugs I know about

are those that have to do
with the deceased.

Yo, man, what kind of drugs
do dead people be needin'?

All kinds.

We shoot them real good
with embalming fluid, mainly.

You know, it keeps them from...

and decomposing
before the service.

Hey, so what happened to him?

Oh, they say
he went crazy.

Death... it comes
in many strange packages.

Hey, man, I don't need
to be hearin' this, man.

Man, kill that noise, man.
Let's just get the shit.

Don't worry.
You'll get the shit.

You'll be knee-deep...
in the shit.

I've got it hid.

There's so much,
I couldn't even lift it all myself.

I'll tell you about... old Clarence
here along the way.

Unless, of course, you're scared.


They say...
he was hearing voices.

Voices calling his name.
Voices from the dead.

Calling, "Clarence."




Now, Clarence, now, this here
is a real quiet neighbourhood.

But that doesn't mean
that you can take a break.

Cos the second
you slack off... boom!

- That's just when the shit hits the fan.
- Got it. Stay alert at all times.

That's right.

Now let's go up
and check out this out-of-place.

You're gonna lose your badges over this.
You had no reason to pull me over.

You had a fuckin' taillight out.

Shut up and spread
your goddamn legs.

You're not takin'
any more cops' badges.

They keep sellin' drugs in my community,
I'll keep takin' 'em down.

You can bet on it.

Yeah, well, we'll see about that.

Hey, what we got, fellas?

No, no, no. Rookie, rookie.
He'll get it. Just back off.

- Go on away.
- It's all right.

Go run a check on his license plate,
see if the car's stolen.

It's OK.

- Go on.
- We got it.

Spread 'em.

Spread 'em.

Now, let me
ask you something, huh?

Are you getting off on destroying
good cops' lives, hmm?

You big-mouthed,
goddamn son of a bitch.

I've got nothing
against good cops.

You what?

I said, I've got nothing
against good cops,

but I will see low-life scum like you
run out of the department.

You shut the fuck up,


♪ Southern trees...

Bro, you fucked up
big time!

♪ Bear a strange fruit...

Let me have some of this.
Look at me!

♪ Blood on the leaves...

- Newton, you want in?
- Yeah, let me teach him a thing or two.

♪ And blood at the root

♪ Black bodies swingin'...

You there? You inside?
Huh? Are you there?

♪ In the Southern breeze... ♪

'And I promise you,

'we won't stop until we get every single
crooked cop in this city!'

Oh, my God!
Martin Moorehouse!

'Neither drugs
nor pretenders of the law

'will be allowed to drain the life
of this community!'

- Hey!
- Son of a bitch.

Hey! Hey! What the hell
are you guys doing?

- Strom. That's enough, Strom!
- Stop him! Stop him!

- Strom, not in front of the rookie!
- Stop it!

This man is Martin Moorehouse!

I can't believe
I didn't recognise him. Fuck.

What the hell's wrong with you?
What the hell is wrong with you?

- Back off!
- Fuck off!

This is no time to be fighting!

We've got to get
this guy to a hospital!

That's right. We got to get him
to a hospital. Now, let's do it, huh?

- Come on.
- God!

You hear? What?
You want some of me?

You're out of line!

You get your arse
out of here.

We'll take care of it.
Get out of here!

Smith, you get back
to the unit!

- Get out of here.
- Finish our damn patrol!

Son of a bitch.

Strom, you know
what you have to do.

Damn it! We... we need to report
those arseholes, Newton!

You listen to me!
And you listen good.

Those "arseholes"
are cops.

Who the fuck are you
to judge 'em?

Shit, man,
you got a green dick.

Those two guys have been risking
their arses on the street for years.

You see, the fucker
went for Strom's gun.


Oh, now, maybe those two guys
went too far tonight.

Maybe... it was all a mistake.

But next time,
it could be you.

So, you know,
you don't ever roll over,

and you never...
rat out a fellow officer,

and you never, never...
break the code.

Knock, knock.
We're here.

- The hospital?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Come on, boy.
We'll get you all fixed up.

Hell of a hospital.

Wanna have
a little party, hmm?

You see, you were right
about one thing.

The cops are dealing drugs
in the sixth precinct.

But you're never gonna tell
about it, are you?

- Think it's enough?
- Just put him in the trunk.


Bring them to me.

♪ Southern trees

♪ Bear a strange fruit

♪ Blood on the leaves

♪ And blood at the root

♪ Black bodies swingin'...

Bring them to me.

♪ In the Southern breeze...

Clarence, bring them to me.

Bring them to me.

I will.

I will.

I will.

Welcome, Officers.

For a minute, I thought
you weren't gonna show.

- Damn, he looks like fly-covered shit.
- Say what?

You look like fly-covered shit
there, Clarence.

Haven't seen you in a long time,
Clarence. I've missed you, pal.

You had the number. You should
have reached out and touched a brother.

You could have told him how to reach out
and touch a brother, couldn't you, Strom?

Now, Clarence...
Clarence Smith.

Come on. Come on.

Come on down
from the grave.

Now, let me ask you this, son.

What the fuck you
call us out here for, huh?

- A celebration.
- No, no, no. Answer me, boy!

What did you call us
out here for?

- To celebrate!
- What are we celebratin' tonight?


Our anniversary.
You remember, don't you?

One year ago today,
I fell for your bullshit.

You know, I actually believed
that Strom and Billy

were gonna take Moorehouse
to the hospital.

Shut the fuck up!
You don't get it, do you?

We tried to take him,
and he didn't want to go.

You understand?
He didn't want to go.

Just cut the shit, Strom!

- Shut the fuck up, boy.
- Cut the shit!

- Shut the fuck up!
- Cut the shit!

That story never did
make any sense. Just save it.

Save it for who?

Hey, Clarence,
if we go down, you go down.

Yeah, that's right, Clarence.
You go down.

You guys killed a good man,
and you ruined his name!

I should have turned you in
instead of just quitting the force.

- You quit because you're a pussy.
- You're a goddamn pussy.

So I thought the least we could do
is pay our respects.

What do you mean,
pay respects?

Pay Martin Moorehouse
a little visit.

Or are you too much of a pussy
to visit him?

Fuckin' fruitcake.

How are we supposed
to visit a dead guy?

Are you saying you want us to go out
to Moorehouse's grave with you?

- That's exactly what I'm saying.
- Excuse me. Excuse me.

Huh? Fuck you.

If we go, will that be the end of it?
You'll be satisfied?

I'll be totally satisfied.

Well, in that case,
I don't think there's a problem.

- I've got no problem.
- You guys agree?

- Follow me, fellas.
- Lead the way.

Let's go.

- Hey, what the fuck are we doin'?
- Clarence won't be makin' it back.

How much further, Clarence?

Martin is right here.

This grave.

I brought them.
Are you happy?


You expect us to believe
you're talking to this dead fucker?

Quite frankly,
I don't know what to expect.

My orders were
to get you out here.

I'm good at that, you know?
Following orders.

- It's just an electrical storm.
- Jesus!

What the hell? All of a sudden
we're supposed to be scared to death?

- Is that it, huh?
- Don't know, Strom. Should you be?

You know what?
You piss me off. You know that.

I'm gonna be the first to volunteer.

You're not gonna...

You know what I'm gonna do? Huh?

You know what I'm gonna do, boy?

Get out of my way.

I'm gonna piss on...

I'm gonna piss on his grave.


Way to go, Strom.
That's... that's pretty cool.

You know what?
Kind of dry here.

Billy, why don't you come on over here
and piss with me?

You know,
I don't need to go, man.

I took a piss right
before we came out here.

Did you hear what I said?
Did you hear what I said?

- I don't need to.
- I said go piss on it.

For Christ's sake, Strom,
leave him alone.

It's OK, man.


This would be as good a place as any
to bleed the old lizard, I guess.

Come on.

Say good night.

Come on, now.

have done that, man.

What the hell have you done?

- Strom!
- Holy shit!

Christ! No!

- Oh, God! No!
- Where did he go?

- Oh, God.
- Where the fuck did he go?

Get out of the way!

Stop shooting, goddamn it!
There's nothin' there! He's gone!

Damn it, man.
This is no time to panic!

Well, when the fuck
do we start to panic?

- Holy shit!
- Jesus!

Oh, no, please!
Oh, my God.


What the fuck?
Look at the fucker!

No! Shit!

Shit! Now's a good time to panic!

- Shit! Come on!
- Get the hell out of here!

Come on, man!
Get in the car!

Punch it!
Come on! Now! Fuck!

- I'm trying, goddamn it!
- Punch the goddamn thing!


Goddamn it!
Get out of here!

- He's still there!
- How far back?

- Jesus Christ! He's right behind us.
- How far back?

- Oh, God! Look out!
- Get him off! Get him off!

Get him off!

What are you doing? Huh?
What are you gonna...

- Unit 187!
- What are you gonna tell 'em?

That the body of a citizen we murdered
has come back to kill us?

Use your fuckin' head for once!

Besides, he's gone, man!

Bullshit! Bullshit!


What's happening?

- Jesus! Where the hell is he?
- I don't fuckin' know, man.


Oh, God!

Now you.

Oh, no!

No. No.

No. No, you're dead!
You're dead!

You're dead.

Beat it!

Did you see him?
You see him?

I killed him!
I killed him!

Yeah. I killed...
I killed him!

I killed him.


Oh, help!



Welcome... to my world.

Are you satisfied now, brother?

Where were you
when I needed you, brother?

- So what's the story with this guy?
- Homicidal maniac.

Cop killer.
Three in one night.

And trip this...
he used to be a cop.

Wow! Man, you just
never know, do you?

Yes, sir, crazy as a loon.

Talk about some
insane-in-the-membrane type of shit.

Shut up, man. Them pigs got
what they deserved, homeboy.

No, man.

All that shit he talkin' about, man,
it can't be for real.

Sometimes reality
is just a matter of perception.

What the fuck now?

Reality... perception,

a cornucopia of clashing,
divergent ideas.

This is crazy, man.

- Come on, man.
- Man.

Man, what type of shit?

What the fuck
happened to him?

Hey, c-can we just
get our shit and go?

Oh, no.

You're going to want
to hear about this one.

It's a classic case
of what is and isn't real...

...in the mind of a boy
named Walter.

Perception... reality.


All right, everybody,
take your seats.

OK, we have a new student
joining us today.

I want you all
to say hello to Walter.

Hello, Walter.

- Go on and do something, punk.
- Yeah, we don't like punks!

- I'm not a punk!
- "I'm not a punk!"

- Who you shoving, bitch?
- Ow!

Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Hey, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa!

Everybody go back to their class.

Aw, man!

What's the problem?
You must really like detention, huh, Ty?

Come on.

Here, honey.
Hold this up to your head.

So, uh, how's the little warrior doin'?

He's got a thick head.

I am worried about that, though.

Did Tyrone hit you
in the eye?

That didn't just happen.

It's a couple of days old.
Look at the coloring.

Tyrone didn't hit you.

Well, who did?
Was it one of the other boys?


Was it someone at home?
Maybe your mother?

Your father?
Did he do this?

Uh-uh. He's dead.

I'm sorry.

Walter, if you tell me
and Nurse Parchman,

it'll just be our little secret, OK?

The monster.

The monster?

It came after my dad died.

- I see.
- Hmm.

If you decide you want to tell me
what really happened,

I'm gonna be here
to listen, OK?

He said no one
would believe me.



He's back.

Now, Walter, you be sure
and put this back just like this.

Stop! Stop!


You didn't want to go outside?

- What's that?
- Him.

- Him?
- The monster.

Lori told me to draw it.
Then we'll destroy it.

And the monster's
gonna go away.

- Lori that sits behind you?
- I'm gonna burn him up.

Lori said that her mum said
to draw the things that scared her

then tear it up or burn it.

And then it'll go away.

That's Tyrone.

Walter, do you think I could, uh...
talk to your mother sometime?

- What for?
- About the monster.

- You've told her, haven't you?
- She doesn't want to hear it.

She says we already
moved once.

You know, I don't think
that drawing these pictures

is really the answer
to your problem.

But I think we can work
somethin' out together. OK?

- OK?
- I guess so.

Good. I will see you
after recess.

All right.

Excuse me, guys.

What happened to him?

He was running in the building
after recess and fell down the stairs.

- Well, did somebody shove him or...
- No, he just fell.

Sort of collapsed.
But you know, it makes no sense.

How do you break both arms and legs
falling down?

Boy must've had weak bones.

- Who is it?
- Um... Mr Garvey.

I'm one of Walter's teachers
from school.

Uh... this fell.

Thank you.
Ls there a problem?

No. No, um... Mrs... Miss...


Miss Johnson. Uh, can I come in
and talk to you for a minute?

Yes, I'm sorry.
I'm gonna go throw something on.


Miss Johnson, I came to talk to you
about your boy Walter,

because he seems to be having
some problems.


Uh, yeah, perhaps because
he just recently changed schools.

What kind of problems?

I mean, all kids have problems,
don't they?

That's what life is... problems.

He got you good.
Here. Step into the light for me.

Oh, yeah. Um...

Well, he seems to come to school
with a lot of bruises, you know.

Kind of banged up.

The boy's clumsy.
He's always fallin' over somethin'.

I don't know where he gets it.
Not me.

Certainly not me.

Certainly not.

But, uh, he does seem to have
a strange preoccupation with monsters.

I mean, a monster in particular
that he says lives here in the house.

- It sounds silly, but...
- Walter!

Listen, there is no need
to bring Walter into this.


I told that boy about
goin' on with these stories.

I can't have it. Walter!

I said get your narrow behind
in this kitchen now!

Miss Johnson,
I just came to talk to you.

Get over here.

What is your problem?

Now, why the hell are you goin' on
tellin' this man these crazy stories?

Didn't I tell you to stop with all
this monster foolishness? Didn't I?

Go to your room.

Baby, go to your room now.

I'm gonna have to deal
with this.

Miss Johnson, if you would
give me a second to...

Just please...

Just keep quiet.
Don't say nothin'.

Why you just standin' there?
Why the hell didn't you get the door?

Who's that?

That's just one of Walter's teachers.
He was just leaving.

Is there a problem?

No. Actually, he just came over
to drop off some homework.

Actually, sir, now
that you mention it,

Walter does seem to be having
a few small problems

that might deserve
some looking into.

Well, Walter's only been
at this school for a couple of weeks.

And he does have trouble
making friends.

So what kind of problem
are we talking about?

Well, aside from the bruises...

Aside from that, there's, uh...
this monster that he says is in the house.

He seems very disturbed by it.

In fact, he's even drawn
a picture of the monster.

He, uh... thinks he needs
to kill the monster.

I mean, he...
he really believes it.

I'll talk to him.

That's it?
You'll just talk to him?

I will talk... to him.


Sissy, would you show him
to the door, please?

Thanks for the tea.

Go to your room.

- Miss Johnson...
- Go.

Make... you little motherfucker.

You like to draw
fucked-up pictures of people, huh?

- Huh?
- Carl, no!

I'm gonna teach you
and that boy some respect.

Carl, please!



You're gonna make a picture
to kill me?

You little motherfucker!
Come here!

Carl, please!

Open up!

Miss Johnson! Walter!

Your little arse is mine!

You gonna draw a picture of somebody,
make them look like a monster?

- What, you think that shit is funny?
- No.

- Get up!
- Miss Johnson!

- You OK?
- Mummy!

- He's gonna kill him!
- Wait here. Wait here.


- Look, stop, man. Just take it easy.
- Take it easy?

This ain't your motherfuckin' house!


Take it easy.


- Get up!
- No!

I'm not through
with you yet.

Come here! Come here!
What you gonna do?

Let me go!


Bitch, have you lost your mind?

You ain't the only one
need an arse-whoopin'.


This shit ain't over yet, bitch.

Oh? But I think it is.


What we gonna do?

They find him here like this,
no one's gonna believe us.

Don't worry.

Nobody's gonna find out anything.

Walter, you know what to do.

Yes, sir. Walter...

...killed the monster.


Man, is that really
how he got dropped?

Hey, man, close this damn...

What the fuck?

So dead motherfuckers
be playin' with dolls now, right?

Yes. But this doll,
it's a way station for lost souls.


Sometimes, when a person's body
has been through a lot,

the soul is displaced.

This doll is a place
for the soul to survive...

...until it can move on.

Man, you for real?


I found this doll
in a house in the South.

It is an amazing thing.

'You can give it
any name you want.

'The fact is, affirmative action,
quotas, reparations,

'all mean one thing.

'Another qualified individual
won't get a job or an education

'simply because
he's not the right color.

'I thought that's what we were
trying to get away from.

'Duke Metger for governor,
an original American.

'Isn't it about time?'

That's great.
I'd even vote for me.

Listen, by the time
I finish with you,

you might even get
a few black votes in the till.

Well, a start would be just getting
the bastards off my front lawn.

Startin' to look like
a damn minstrel show out there.

Duke must go!
Duke must go!

If they were as relentless
about finding a job

as they are at hounding me,
might put an end to welfare.

Duke must go!
Duke must go!

Duke must go!
Duke must go!

Beyond the obvious concern that
the black and Jewish communities share

over the candidacy of one-time
Klan member Duke Metger,

there seems to be
an additional issue

that has sparked anger
in the black community.

Councilman Rogers,
can you explain?

Lani, it's disturbing enough that
Duke Metger would claim residency here

just for the sake
of gaining racist votes.

But the real slap in the face
to the black community

is that he chose this house,
this former plantation,

with its history of racism
towards black people

- to set up camp.
- Can anything be done?

Well, there are certain things
that we plan to do...

There ain't nothing we need to do!
They're gonna take care of it.

They're going to make him pay
for being here!

Who will make him pay, sir?

The souls! The souls
are gonna make him pay!

Miss Cobbs was the keeper of the souls!
There's no peace in the dollhouse now!

The dollhouse?

The dollhouse! They're going
to make him pay... the dollhouse.

Just an old myth
around these parts.

Ain't no myth!
It ain't no myth! It ain't no myth!

It ain't no myth!

Duke must go!
Duke must go!

Go away, old man.

What is it about this house
that has 'em so worked up?

After the Civil War, the man who owned
this plantation, Nathan Wilkes,

he, uh... he's upset that his slaves
were gonna walk away free.

When they tried to leave,
the old man snapped.

Turned into a massacre.

Hundreds of slaves...
lynchings, burnings,

twelve bodies hanging
from that tree alone.

Yeah, they buried them
in a common grave up on the hill.

The fools believe
that their souls never rested

till Miss Cobbs, an old voodoo woman,
bought the place.

That's... that's her there
in the mural.

- What are those?
- Dolls.

Legend is, she transferred
the souls of the slaves into little dolls.

Negro dolls.

Word is, they remain in the house
right to this day.

You ever seen any of 'em?

I searched every inch of this house
when I first bought the place.

I figured the little black bastards
might be worth something,

but, no, I never found any.

And now they feel
that the place should remain empty

as a... as a remembrance
to the atrocity,

to let the souls rest like a...
like an old Nazi camp.

Personally, I think the whole thing
adds to a certain Southern charm.

You're a sick fuck, Duke.

Well, perhaps. But it's your job,
Mr 10,000-dollar-a-week image-maker,

to change all that...
to soften the hard edges.

Mould me into a respected man
of the people.

Yeah, well, I've got my work
cut out for me, don't I?

You know, the first thing
we're gonna work on, Duke,

is your defensive media skills.

When you get out here in front
of these cameras, these reporters,

making these public appearances,
you've always got to expect the unex...

This thing's kind of creepy,
don't you think?

I'm going to paint the whole place over
after the election.

Let's get you elected first, Duke.


I feel I have a lot to offer
all the constituents in this community,

not just the white constituents.

So are you telling us, Duke,
that your former affiliation with the K.K.K.

is not something that the voters should
concern themselves with in this election?

We all have a past now, don't we?


No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.

You're being much too defensive.
Looks like you have something to hide.

Look, I want you
to watch me, all right?

Take the camera.
I want you to film me.

- All right?
- Hold on. Hold it.

We all have a past.

It's the better man
who can learn from his failures.

I know that I've learned from mine,
and I'm better for it.

Uh-huh. Well, what...
what about the house?

Well, I think that it's quite unfair
to judge me or anyone else

by the misdeeds
of his ancestors.

After all, I have quite a few
of my own to account for.

Aren't you afraid of the dolls?
What about the ghosts?

Well, the only spooks that I'm afraid of
are the ones with guns.

That's a good one, Rhodie.
I like that. I believe I'm gonna use it.

No, not if you want to get elected,
you won't.

OK? Jesus, I've been
around you too long.

OK. Look, Duke? This is
the real response to that one, OK?

Oh, oh, oh. Oh.


I'm not concerned
with the ghost stories.

I'm concerned with traditional
American values, original...


Let us bow our heads
in prayer.

Unto the mercy of Almighty God,

we commend the soul
of our brother departed.

We commit his body
to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.

In the sure and certain hope
of the resurrection to eternal life.

Any truth to the rumor
that Mr Willis's death

was a result of some
mysterious circumstances?

No, no. It was simply
an unfortunate accident.

Don't you think it would help your position
with the black community

if you simply left Wilkes Manor
and found another residence?

I think it's unfair to judge me
or any other person

by the misdeeds
of their ancestors.

Besides, I have many misdeeds
of my own to account for.

So you're not afraid
of the ghosts?

The only spooks I'm afraid of...
are you spooky reporters.

So what is your real goal...

That's about it, folks.
Thank you.

- That's about it. Thank you.
- You need to be scared, Mr Metger.

Them souls
don't want you there.

They didn't want him there.
Now you best to leave,

or you'll end up
just like him... or worse.

Well, sir, I have
no intention of leaving,

so let's just hope that
the house and I can get along.

Can't we all just get along?

Heed my warning, Metger.
They don't want you there.

- That's about it. Thank you.
- The dolls don't want you there!

That's about it. Thank you.

- Go away, old fool.
- They want reparation!

You hear me?
They want reparation!

They want reparation, Mr Metger!

Driver, who'd you
let in this vehicle?

Stop the car.
Stop the damn car!

Damn it.

I let no one in the car, sir.

'This is the real response
to that one, OK?'

'Oh, oh, oh. Oh. Go.'

'I'm not concerned
with ghost stories.

'I'm concerned with traditional
American values, original American...'

What the fuck?

Bruce, uh... I-I need you or Janet
to give me a call.

There's... there's
something wrong here.

Bruce! Janet, you back?

Oh, thank goodness.



Where the fuck did
your little black arse come from?


You think you and some old voodoo bitch
could scare me out of my house?

I don't care
how many slaves died here.

I... I didn't kill 'em.

You're gettin' no reparations.

You hear me?
No reparations!

You goddamn voodoo bitch!

I'll put an end
to your nigger arse.

Now I'm gonna blow off
your little nigger balls.


Not even some voodoo bitch
"nigra" spell

can overcome the power
of a double-barrel shotgun...



I'm not afraid of you!

I killed one of you!
I'll kill you all, you...

...you little nigglins!

Come on out,
you little nappyheaded sons of bitches.

Come on.
Come on out.

Say good night,
you little piece of black shit.

Oh, Jesus!



Mother Jesus!

Come on! Open!

I didn't... Oh, please.

I didn't...


I didn't...

Get off! Get off!

It gives you a new reverence
for dolls, now don't it?

Man, fuck a Barbie.
This is bullshit, Bulldog.

What's up? You gonna show us
what we came here to get or what?

Really, dog.

See, I ain't got all night to be listening
to no goddamn ghost stories.

These ain't ghost stories.

Everything I say is real.

Let's get this shit over with.

Let's see how real
this shit is you got.

Ah, the shit.

Yo, man, you ain't
gonna believe this, man.

Man, this shit is a trip, homey.


You knew him?

- Sho' did.
- Hell, no.

We didn't know him.
He was just a nigga we seen around.


He got himself involved
in that crazy gang madness.

Yeah. Shit.

He got himself involved
with the shit.

♪ My gat scream, "Fire",
the bullet told me,

♪ "Shoot that motherfucker.
He's a liar"

♪ I talk to my .380
like a bitch on a stroll

♪ When niggas try to dick me
I haul off and let her ho

♪ Kill 'em all
I can't be fucked in this game

♪ I'm a psychopath

♪ My A.K. told me to shove him
up some nigga's arse

♪ I'm havin' long conversations
with Mr Millimetre

♪ He's one of my best friends,
bitch-arse nigga eater

♪ And Mrs Mossberg
livin' up in that back trunk...

There's that punk
motherfucker Deke right there.

Got you now,
you motherfuckin' bitch.

Yeah, motherfucker.
Come on, nigga.

Smoke this nigga.

Where the fuck you think
you going, bitch?

Goddamn, nigga.
You tryin' to blind me or somethin'? Shit.

- Yo, what's up, little Deke?
- What's up, nigga?

What's up with all that shit you been
talkin', motherfucker? Huh? Huh?

Bitch-arse nigga.

What's up, bitch?


Where you want me
to shoot your arse, motherfucker?

In the head or on the chest?

Blast your little-arse dick off first.

- Man, fuck this, man!
- Hold up. Hold up. Hold up.

Don't do this cat just yet.

I wonder how many homeys
he done pimped over the years.

Too fuckin' many.
He think he old.

What's up now, Crazy K?

Oh, you crazy, huh?

Lookin' kind of fucked up.

Oh, yeah.

Fuck you.

Fuck! Shit! Damn!


Saved by the motherfuckin' cops.



Read me the summary
on this one.

Jerome Johns.

Serving the fourth year of a life sentence
without a possibility of parole.

Solitary confinement the last two years
for assaults on other prisoners.

Previous arrests and convictions
included aggravated assault,

first-degree battery, suspicion of murder
three times, aggravated mayhem.



How would you like
to be released from prison?

Man, is you fuckin'
with my mind or what?

Man, how that shit
gonna happen?

Consent to behavioral modification,
and you'll be out on the street in no time.

- Yeah, well, let's do this.
- Yeah, well, let's.

He'll do.

- Prepare him for transfer.
- OK.

Get up off me, man!

Look what we have here.

The first soldier
in my army perhaps.

So you're a real
bad-arse spade, huh?

What you say to me,

You heard me.

You got to be really bad
to be in a place like this.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.
So, what did you do?

- What you in for?
- Murder, punk.

And I wouldn't mind
doing the shit again.

Me either.

I killed a lot of people.
You wanna know what kind?

Come over here.
I wanna show you something.

What's wrong?
Are you afraid of me?

The final fight between
black and white has begun.

I've led my troops
on a wave of assaults

to wake up
my white brother.

All of the niggers of the Earth
will be killed,

except for the few
that help with the fight

against their mud-soul brethren.

Those few will be spared
and live their lives as slaves.

Do you wanna be spared?

Come join my army.

Hey, nigger.
Those guys you killed...

...what color were they?

They were niggers.

I know it.

You're cool with me, nigger.

I like you.
I like you a lot.

Yeah, I didn't like being put in there
with that crazy Klan motherfucker either.

I purposely put you
next to him, Jerome,

because I thought he was someone
you ought to meet.

You are here to be rehabilitated

by a process that the government
has paid me to develop.

If you successfully
complete this project,

there's a very good chance
you might be released.

If you don't, you will rot
in solitary confinement

for the rest of your wasted life.

And it wouldn't bother me a bit,
cos I think you're scum, Jerome.

So don't test me.
You understand?

Our tests show
you have a high I.Q.

Have you ever been
interested in science?

Yeah. I sold a few chemicals
in my day.

Wait, wait. Whoa, whoa.

I know you don't think
I'm getting on that thing.

You have no other choice.


Ah! Come on, man.


I'm gonna break you off something real
proper when I get out this motherfucker.

I don't think so.

Start the optical sequencers.

Jerome! I want you to take
a little look at something.

♪ My gat scream, "Fire",
the bullet told me

♪ "Shoot that motherfucker.
He's a liar"

♪ I talk to my .380
like a bitch on a stroll

♪ When niggas try to dick me,
I haul off and let her ho

♪ Kill 'em all,
I can't be fucked in this game

♪ I'm a psychopath

♪ My A.K. told me to shove him
up some nigga's arse

♪ I'm havin' long conversations
with Mr Millimetre

♪ He's one of my best friends,
bitch-arse nigga eater

♪ It's splittin' motherfuckers
by the seams

♪ My granddaddy, Mr AR-15

♪ Said he was my only family

♪ Shoot straight
and please don't jam me

♪ Got in a fight at a club,
my gat started walkin'

♪ Told me to shut the fuck up
and let him do the talkin'

♪ I woke up, and it was sick
to see them guts from my strap

♪ Tell me, Spice, motherfucker

♪ You're Born ll Die

♪ One to the chest
and one to the dome

♪ Well, if them niggas catch you slippin'
then yo' arse is gone

♪ Born ll Die

♪ Aim your best for the head
so your brains get blown

♪ Well, if them niggas catch you slippin'
then yo' arse is gone

♪ Legal Glocks and Berettas
and the Uzi thangs

♪ And if the shit jump off
I'm killin' everything

♪ Don't be actin' like no bitch
when the funk is on

♪ Cos if them niggas catch you slippin'
then yo' arse is gone

♪ One for the Glock,
two for the clip

♪ Bullets in your arse
make you hop and skip

♪ Niggas who ride
strapped on the side

♪ Open up your chest
about this fuckin' wide

♪ This ain't no TV,
you don't wanna see me

♪ I'll split your cranium
so motherfuckin' easy...

What's wrong, Jerome?

You don't like seeing
black people get killed?

But isn't that what you've been doing
all your life, Jerome?

You know, Jerome,
Cain was the world's first murderer.

He slayed his brother!

And how many brothers
have you slain?

♪ Blow the heart
out a motherfucker back

♪ Nigga shit on hisself
when I pull out my strap

♪ Bitch-arse niggas,
expire, retire

♪ Stab him in the throat
with the Dayton spoke wire

♪ So don't get caught up
in the mix

♪ I let you motherfuckers
know quick I'm Born ll Die

♪ One to the chest
and one to the dome

♪ Well, if them niggas catch you slippin'
then yo' arse is gone

♪ Aim your best for the head
so your brains get blown

♪ Well, if them niggas catch you slippin'
then yo' arse is gone

♪ If them niggas catch you slippin'
then yo' arse is gone

♪ If them niggas catch you slippin'
then yo' arse is gone

♪ If them niggas catch you slippin'
then yo' arse is gone

♪ If them niggas catch you slippin'
then yo' arse is gone

♪ Gone! Gone! ♪

Motherfuckin' shit.

Sensory what?

deprivation chamber.

You will see nothing.
You will hear nothing.

Your mind will have nothing
to feed upon but itself.

It's a tiny meal indeed.

What's up, Crazy K?
Remember me?

- Tracy?
- Yeah, man. What's up?

How come we ain't talked
in a long time?

That's right.
You killed my arse.

Ain't that a bitch?

I got one question
for you, Crazy K. Why?


You-you was coming up short
all the time, man.

I-I couldn't just let you
rip me off, nigga.

- You didn't even know us.
- That shit was wrong, man.

You just drove by
and started blasting.

That shit was wrong, man.

We ain't even the ones
that capped your homey.

That shit was really wrong, G.

Man, fuck you niggas!

It was your set that did
my homey Little Joe.

Y'all motherfuckers would try to kill me
if you had the chance.

Man, fuck you niggas.
Fuck y'all.

I didn't do anything.

I was playing in my room,

and the bullet from your gun
came through the wall.

Uh, a-a-a bullet ain't
got no name on it.

You-you-you was just at the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Shut up!
Shut the fuck up!

Why should they, Jerome? Are they
saying something you don't want to hear?

So you gonna blame
all this shit on me?

Huh? You trying to make me crazy
or something, motherfucker?

Huh? I don't owe no responsibilities
for these motherfuckers.

But you are responsible
for the lives you've taken,

for the dreams you've turned
into nightmares.

Nightmares? Motherfucker,
what about my nightmare?

What about the nightmare
I lived in?

What about the nightmare I lived in ever
since I was born in this motherfucker?

- Who's responsible for that?
- I don't know, Jerome. You tell me.

Who is responsible?
Your mother? Your father?

Your teachers?
The world? Who?

Yeah, that's right. All of them
motherfuckers cos they created me.

So now I'm a motherfucking nightmare.

The nightmare ends
when you say it does, Jerome.

You've got to take responsibility
to wake up.

You've got to take responsibility
to break this chain!

I've got one motherfucking responsibility
in this world, and that's me.

And that's it, motherfucker!

So anybody and everything
that ain't me ain't shit!

Do you understand that?

That's a question
best posed to yourself.

I'm giving you a chance.

I'm giving you a shot at redemption.
Do you understand that?

I don't give a fuck about none of these
stupid motherfuckers!

So what you do is stop fucking
with my mind, man,

and let me up out
this motherfucker!

There's nothing
to stop you, Jerome.

- Jerome!
- Shut the fuck up! Shut up!

You let me up out
this motherfucker!

I swear to God
I'll snap this bitch's neck!

Jerome, it's not too late to be saved.
You won't get another chance.

I don't need another
motherfucking chance.

You know why?
Cos I don't give a fuck.

I said, I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck.

- Jerome.
- I don't give a fuck.

I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck.

I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck.

I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck.

I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck.

I don't...

I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck.

I don't give a fuck.

We don't give a fuck either,

Oh, I must say, I don't think
you can rehabilitate those types.

No. You just kill them.

Who you think
you're fucking with, old man?

- What?
- Yeah. Cap this fool.

- What? What?
- You know "what."

I'm sick of playing
this ring-around-the-rosies.

- Now, that last little story...
- Uh-huh.

- That shit wasn't funny.
- Yeah. What you gonna do?

Call the cops or some shit?

Now, why... would I do that?

Cos you know who it was that killed
the nigga, and you ain't said shit.


One less nigga.

- Punk motherfucker.
- Fuck him.

Just bust a cap
in this old fool now.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't be stupid, motherfucker.

Now, let's just get
the shit first.

Now, where it's at?

The shit.


Follow me.
Oh, yes.

Now we gonna get the shit.

Ooh! We gonna get
the shit now. Yeah.

More ring-around-the-rosies, huh?

Oh, yeah. The doo-doo.

I'm sick of following his arse.

The poopy-de-pop.
We're gonna get the shit.

I'm not into these spiders and shit.

What the fuck is this?

Man, ain't this some shit?

You know what?

Right about now, man,
I'm losing my patience!

Now, where it's at? Huh?

Handle your business.
Handle your business.

- This old man crazy.
- Whoo!

What the fuck
is wrong with him?

Stupid mother...

- Whoo!
- Where it's at?

- Oh, yeah.
- Where the shit, man?

- Man, I don't trust...
- Hold up.

- This old man crazy.
- I have it here!

It's in the coffins.

Where else... would I hide it?

Got the shit. Ah!

Sick of playing these crazy games,
old man, with your arse.

- It better be in here.
- About fucking time!

Cos, you know, I don't wanna look
at no motherfucker.

Holy shit!

What the fuck is this, man?

What the...
What's going on?

- What are we gonna do, Bulldog?
- I don't know. Blast him.

What the...

- Oh!
- Ow!

After you killed Crazy K...

...a few of his boys killed you.

I guess... you didn't make it.

No! No!
I ain't hearing this!

No! What the fuck you trying to say?
We're dead, motherfucker?


Motherfucker, bullshit!

If we dead, then what the fuck we doin'
in a funeral home with your crazy arse?

This... ain't no funeral home!

It ain't the Terrordome neither!

Welcome to hell...



♪ Got my niggas in here
up in this motherfuckin' house

♪ Face Mob's in the house

♪ Hey, hey, niggas,
get up off of our gig if you would

♪ Face Mob's in the house

♪ Open your motherfuckin' eyes

♪ You see a nigga standing
over your bed, bitch, surprise

♪ It's time to pay
your motherfuckin' tithes

♪ And him being the bitch
that he is, he cries

♪ But ain't no motherfuckin' mercy,
it's over, fool

♪ You gots to die you motherfucker,
you broke a rule

♪ And that's the reason
I will sit here

♪ You feel the presence of death
up in this bitch cos I'm in here

♪ Now, lay your arse down
on the fuckin' floor

♪ Cos I'm abouts to hit
your arse with the 4-4

♪ And ain't no breathin'
when I'm comin' out

♪ So save your motherfuckin' self,
punk bitch, your time is runnin' out

♪ Cos once I pull
this motherfucker back

♪ I'm gonna leave the front part
of your face down in your fuckin' lap

♪ I'm known to leave
a motherfucker stiff

♪ And I got niggas bust on me
from S Eighth to the bloody Fifth

♪ So what you doin'
we done all done it

♪ It's all about
my motherfuckin' neighbourhood

♪ And this is tales from it... ♪

♪ Represent my hood

♪ Nigga, that ain't no tale

♪ You should've cleaned
that other hood on top

♪ Now you represent burnin' flesh,
never sleep, nonstop

♪ Cos I represent my hood

♪ Nigga, who you gonna tell
that I'm set-trippin'

♪ We don't know soul-trippin'

♪ Slippin' into depths
of darkness

♪ For not many kids
believe in monsters

♪ So why he merge
into a father with a son

♪ Attempting to beat
my son to death

♪ Represent my hood

♪ Nigga, who you gonna tell
that I'm set-trippin'

♪ We don't know soul-trippin'

♪ Slippin' into depths
of darkness, fool... ♪

♪ Mega, mega, mega,
kill, kill, kill

♪ Mega, mega, mega,
kill, kill, kill

♪ Mr Crazy K, where you been?

♪ Cos I've been lookin' for your crazy arse
just to put these slugs in

♪ Barrel pump,
die, nigga, die

♪ Emptyin' the clips
just like Lawrence O'Vrie

♪ These are the thoughts of one
who don't give a fuck I'm drunk

♪ No, ain't up to double-barrel pump
I'm talking to myself

♪ One lie leads
to screams and gunshots

♪ Murder is my friend,
can't stop thinking, "Fuck cops"

♪ Throw my achin' A.K.
off the shelf

♪ So why you waitin' here cos I'm talking
to myself, talking to myself... ♪


♪ I know it's trite,
I tried to run away from my life

♪ I feel the strife
reality can cut like a knife

♪ I'm in the hood
and all I wanna do is maintain

♪ Going insane,
the hood got me feelin' the pain

♪ Let me take a step back,
let you know how it was

♪ Never did I gangbang
like the blood or the coz

♪ I was a hustler
livin' for the P-A-Y

♪ And I was breakin' other brothers
cos I had to survive

♪ Pullin' jack moves, shootin' craps,
pool, flankin' cavvy

♪ Rollin' back streets
in my '86 Caddy

♪ Hookers on my side
and nobody defied

♪ Because they knew a nigga tripped
and a nigga was fried

♪ I know it's trite
I tried to run away from my life

♪ I feel the strife,
reality can cut like a knife

♪ I'm in the hood
and all I wanna do is maintain

♪ Going insane,
the hood got me feelin' the pain... ♪

♪ I know it sounds bad
but it's all good

♪ These are tales,
tales from the hood

♪ I know it sounds bad
but it's all good

♪ These are tales,
tales from the hood

♪ I know it sounds bad
but it's all good

♪ These are tales,
tales from the hood ♪